socrates: so we went with them to divine postman’s hut, and there we found mbuso and athi, the brothers of divine postman, yes, and okuhle too, of khonqeni, and graeme of the mountains of swartberg, and samantha the daughter of melanie. and the father of divine postman, emerson, was also at home.

and i thought of him to be much aged, for it was a long time since i had seen him. he was sitting on the floor in the hut with his legs crossed, for he had just finished sacrificing in the court. so we went and sat down beside him, and crossed our legs together in a circle.

emerson: you are not a very frequent visitor socrates. you do not come down to algoa bay to come see us. that is not right. for if i was still able to make the journey down to slumtown easily, there would be no need for you hither, but we would go visit you

but, as it is, you should not space your visits too widely here. for i would have you know that, for my part, as the satisfactions of the body decay, in the same measure my desire for the pleasures of good talk and my delight in them increase. you begin to appreciate the simple things in life and learn that life is one long conversation with the people you come across in your light.

and it is not necessarily in words that we communicate all the time but also in spirit and also through the harmony of the body. do not refuse then, but be yourself a companion to these lads and make our house your resort, and regard us as your very good friends and your intimates. your wealth of knowledge will be greatly appreciated.

socrates: why, yes emerson and i enjoy talking with the aged, they teach me that life must be enjoyed with wisdom and lived with no regrets. for i often ask those who are aged if they would live their lives again what would they change, and they always tell me of the many things they would do different. and that the most important thing in life is to rely on yourself.

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